Rodney:
[on telephone]
Hey, honey, feeling better?
Dr. John Dolittle:
Who's this?
Rodney:
I'll give you a hint: I'm cute, I'm furry, and I make five hundred babies a year!
Dr. John Dolittle:
Rodney. Get back in your cage.
Rodney:
What's up with that trap behind the fridge? You trying to kill me?
Dr. John Dolittle:
Never mind that. Get your little furry ass back in your cage. Now. I don't want your droppings on... Bye-bye.
[to security guard]
Dr. John Dolittle:
My son Rodney. Little hairy boy, sleeps in the cage. I have to keep him in the cage because he has hygiene problems.
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